Pyth. Why, faith, I had heard that they were extremely fond of the women, but were incapable; unfortunately what has happened never came into my mind; otherwise I should have shut him up somewhere, and not have intrusted the girl to him.
[ Scene IV.]
Enter Phædria from the house of Laches, with Dorus in Chærea’s clothes.
Phæd. (dragging him out.) Come out, you villain! What, do you lag behind, you runaway? Out with you, you sorry bargain!
Dorus (crying out.) Mercy, I do entreat you!
Phæd. Oh, do look at that! How the villain distorts his face. What means your coming back hither? Why this change of dress? What have you to say? If I had delayed a moment, Pythias, I shouldn’t have found him at home: he had just prepared, in this fashion, for flight. (Pointing at his dress.)
Pyth. Have you caught the fellow, pray?
Phæd. Caught him, why not?
Pyth. O well done!
Dorias. Upon my faith that really is capital!